I grew up in San Francisco and had no clue what Christianity or any other religion was. I remember the 'Pride' parades of men having B...t se...x with other men on the stages feeling grossed out about it even though I knew in my mind that's what it's about for them. I remember very well growing up with other boys that all had the same interests as me. I also remember having that curiosity as they did, of the opposite sex long before puberty along with those same boys. Silly stuff like sitting at the bottom of stairs and trying to casually look up the skirts of girls as they top the stairs and getting that little thrill of a slight flash of panties as my friends did at the age of six and up. I also remember the grown Gay men trying to entice me from age six on up. They would try to entice me with all the things they found out from talking to me. Those men would try to get me to come to their apartment to see their book, fish, or rock collection. I was a street wise boy because we were poor. My mom worked all day as a secretary. I thankfully never fell for their charms. My friends, unfortunately for them, did fall for those different techniques of enticement and were molested. To this day they are homosexuals (I mourn the loss of a wonderful word: Gay). When were at parties, those same friends also say they’ve always been attracted to the same sex when people ask them. I dare not correct them in fear of losing their friendship. I dare not remind them of that first experience whether it be with a friend they loved so much they just wanted to kiss them, or that scary dude his mama lived with and he didn’t understand what was happening. Molestation is a very personal thing, whether it be from a mutual friend or some scary stranger. The only way the mind can deal with it is to convince oneself that it’s natural. The truth will set them free, but today’s society encourages falsehoods of being born that way because it’s easier and more convenient than the cold honest truth. This isn’t hateful, it’s just the truth.
I grew up in San Francisco and had no clue what Christianity or any other religion was. I remember the 'Pride' parades of men having B...t se...x with other men on the stages feeling grossed out about it even though I knew in my mind that's what it's about for them. I remember very well growing up with other boys that all had the same interests as me. I also remember having that curiosity as they did, of the opposite sex long before puberty along with those same boys. Silly stuff like sitting at the bottom of stairs and trying to casually look up the skirts of girls as they top the stairs and getting that little thrill of a slight flash of panties as my friends did at the age of six and up. I also remember the grown Gay men trying to entice me from age six on up. They would try to entice me with all the things they found out from talking to me. Those men would try to get me to come to their apartment to see their book, fish, or rock collection. I was a street wise boy because we were poor. My mom worked all day as a secretary. I thankfully never fell for their charms. My friends, unfortunately for them, did fall for those different techniques of enticement and were molested. To this day they are homosexuals (I mourn the loss of a wonderful word: Gay). When were at parties, those same friends also say they’ve always been attracted to the same sex when people ask them. I dare not correct them in fear of losing their friendship. I dare not remind them of that first experience whether it be with a friend they loved so much they just wanted to kiss them, or that scary dude his mama lived with and he didn’t understand what was happening. Molestation is a very personal thing, whether it be from a mutual friend or some scary stranger. The only way the mind can deal with it is to convince oneself that it’s natural. The truth will set them free, but today’s society encourages falsehoods of being born that way because it’s easier and more convenient than the cold honest truth. This isn’t hateful, it’s just the truth.
Patiently waiting for part 3 😊
yuck
I love Seattle Washington🎉🎉
Me too ❤. My home.
@@elliottmayer-yeager8087 born and raised Seattle man since June 29th 1979 🎉 😎